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maskormenacelogs2014-07-30 11:34 pm
clanky) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-07-30 11:34 pm
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WHO: Aaron Stack and Mike Peterson
WHERE: Somewhere around the docks
WHEN: Backdated to the 10th.
WHAT: Serious questions one robot to one...half-robot.
WARNINGS: Aaron Stack is Aaron Stack.
[ There's a file somewhere with Aaron's name on it that says "antisocial." And this would be true. He's never been particularly good at some parts of human interaction. He's not so quick to get attached these days. But one thing he's always reliably been dedicated to, no matter how bitter he got, was looking out for the rest of his kind. Deathloks are at least half robot; he's going to count it, if only because frankly it's nice to talk to someone with fewer issues muddying the water...who isn't Danger.
So he grabs whatever's in the fridge behind the gallons of pig blood, which turns out to be not crap, and he goes to hang out and wait. Mostly here because fewer people are around, and mostly because if he's going to be drunk at some point (unlikely given the amount of beer present, but) or have a serious conversation, he might as well do it in relative peace.
There's also complications involving recording equipment and salt water, but that would be paranoid.]
WHERE: Somewhere around the docks
WHEN: Backdated to the 10th.
WHAT: Serious questions one robot to one...half-robot.
WARNINGS: Aaron Stack is Aaron Stack.
[ There's a file somewhere with Aaron's name on it that says "antisocial." And this would be true. He's never been particularly good at some parts of human interaction. He's not so quick to get attached these days. But one thing he's always reliably been dedicated to, no matter how bitter he got, was looking out for the rest of his kind. Deathloks are at least half robot; he's going to count it, if only because frankly it's nice to talk to someone with fewer issues muddying the water...who isn't Danger.
So he grabs whatever's in the fridge behind the gallons of pig blood, which turns out to be not crap, and he goes to hang out and wait. Mostly here because fewer people are around, and mostly because if he's going to be drunk at some point (unlikely given the amount of beer present, but) or have a serious conversation, he might as well do it in relative peace.
There's also complications involving recording equipment and salt water, but that would be paranoid.]